I should think about my past mistakes. Is there a better way to do this than doing history I thought to myself and went up to the third floor where the history room was. I pressed the door handle down and wanted to open the door. It didn't work good the door wasn't locked it rather felt like the old door was stuck, so I pushed stronger. "AAH!", I heard somebody inside the room scream, before a loud BANG sound echoed through the floor. Not that anybody beside me was there who could hear that. I thought that something had happened and ran to the second door of the room while hearing the sound of falling books in the room. This door wasn't stuck, so I entered the room.
The right side of the room was strange there was only a path to the mostly empty left part, otherwise there was a large black tarpaulin covering a huge pile of stuff, I followed the path to the left side.
There it became obvious to me what had happened. Ms Green my history teacher was buried under a bookshelf. She must have moved it a little, just enough that it was in front of the door and I knocked it over with the door. The books were all over the room and my teacher was covered by them. I walked over and saw her feet sticking out at one side. The bottom of the shelf was trapping her ankles. She was wearing black flat shoes with a cute ribbon that showed the tops of her petite, white feet. I liked that she wore these shoes so often, because they were slightly too big for her feet, so sometimes during class she dangled them a bit which was always a great show for me and made me curious if she happened to be ticklish.
But now wasn't the time to admire her feet I had to help her. Once I reached the other side of the book pile, I started to remove the books to uncover her face. There were so many and they were so big and heavy that I couldn't move many at the same time, but after two minutes I had found a strand of her hazel brown hair. I followed its path and reached a slightly moving part of the pile which I was finally able to free her face. The 28 year old woman looked as good as ever. Being buried under books didn't harm her as it seemed. Her smooth white skin didn't have any scratches or marks, her lips seemed a bit more full and red then normal, but that was probably just my imagination. My eyes wandered over her upside down face, as I was standing over her until meeting her eyes. I looked into her big green eyes with the gorgeous long lashes. After a few seconds I said "Hi, Ms Green, I'm so sorry. Are you hurt?" "Good morning mister. No, I think I'm fine. Looks like you got me into a pretty bad situation. I can't really move." she answered. Relieved that she was okay I answered "I will free you from your captivity, just like the knights in medieval times." She giggled at my joke and answered: "That's nice of you, could you start with my midriff, There is a book there pressing into my stomach that is very unpleasant."
"Sure thing Ms Green." I said while starting to remove the books at her midriff. After I had taken a few of them away, she told me: "Oh that was it, thanks that was a little painful, now it is much better, almost comfortable. Oh by the way, I forgot to ask, why are you here?" "I need to take the extra point test to pass your course." I answered. "Wait, you were a little distracted in my courses, but you did fine in general that doesn't make sense, I wouldn't have let you fail." A smile appeared on my face, that means one test is already done. My teacher continued: "On the other hand am I only in this situation, because you didn't took any care when opening the door, and part of my job is to teach my students manners, so I will only let you pass if you help me with a little research I wanted to do. After you have freed me obviously." An evil grin was on her face. I was still removing the books and thought about my answer. Blackmailing me in her helpless state was probably not a good idea.
Ms Green was still buried under the bookshelf, but I had exposed most of her body by now. She was wearing a light blue T-shirt and a long darker blue skirt. This looked really good on her especially since I knew that she always wore little pearl earrings matching this outfit perfectly. The shelf was smaller than she was and trapped her just the right way. The top of the shelf was laying just below her collarbone, the bottom was trapping her ankles and the sides rested on her underarms keeping them in place. There were still a few books on her arms decreasing her movement options even further.
I finally had a good answer and so I told her in the meanest tone I could muster: "Are you sure you won't right me a pass-letter?" "Don't worry, it's a really fun task, I'm sure you will enjoy it. And don't forget you are my knight, you can't leave the princess in captivity." I looked at her face and saw her giving me a wink. Now I was sure she was alright, because she was always fun-loving and had made numerous jokes in class. "Well my princess, you are right I have to do something about your situation, but the tradition is that I get a reward for helping you and it seems like you only want to give me an additional task, so why should I help you?" My teacher giggled when I called her princes and proceeded: "It's not really a task it's just something I always wanted to do with somebody, it's more an experiment, but I don't like to use this word in the context of history, because it always sounds so dangerous, so let's call it research. Don't worry it will quickly be done once you freed me and then you will have passed."
I thought about it. I could do what she wants and I feel a bit obliged to do so as I put her in this situation on the other hand I always wondered whether she was ticklish and now was the best opportunity I will ever get to find it out. While taking a short break from removing the books, I thought about it and decided to...
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